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XXXI HYMNS 


TO THE STAR GODDESS 


by xiii : which is achad 


WILL RANSOM 


MCMXXIII 
















Copyright 1923 by C. Stansfeld Jones 
International Copyright 
All Rights Reserved 



Unto The Teloved 



A 


TABLE OF CONTENTS 


i Invocation 

ii The Brook 

in The Rose Garden 

iv The Fox Glove 

v The Storm 

vi The Hole in the Roof 

vii The Design 

viii The Snow Drift 

ix Daylight 

x The Bird 

xi The Moral 

xn The Invisible Foot Prints 
xm The Finger Tips 
xiv The Well of Stars 

xv The Icicles of Isis 

xvi Purple Mill 

xvn The Infinite Within 
xviii The Rainbow 
xix Dropped Dew 


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20 

21 

22 

23 

24 

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xx Twilight 

26 

xxi The Dog Star 

27 

xxii Pot-pouri 

28 

xxm Red Swansdown 

30 

xxiv Passing Clouds 

31 

xxv The Coiled Serpent 

32 

xxvi Love and Unity 

33 

xxvii The Riddle 

34 

xxviii Sayings 

33 

xxix The Falling Star 

36 

xxx JuSlice 

37 

xxxi Not 

38 


The quotations attributed to the Star Goddess 
in this volume are from Liber Al vel Legis 
Sub Figura ccxx as delivered by 
LXXVIII unto DCLXVI 






I Invocation 


M 

ANOTHER of the Sun, Whose Body is White 
with the Milk of the Stars, bend upon Thy servant and 
impart unto him Thy Secret Kiss! 

Enkindle within him the Holy Ecstasy Thou hast 
promised unto them that love Thee; the Ecstasy which 
redeemeth from all pain. 

Hast Thou not proclaimed: All the sorrows are but 
shadows, they pass and are done, but there is that which 
remains? That the Universe is Pure Joy—that Thou 
givest unimaginable Joys on Earth—that Thou de- 
mandest naught in sacrifice? 

Let me then rejoice, for therein may I serve Thee 
most fully. Let it be Thy Joy to see my joy; even as 
Thou hast promised in Thy Holy Book! 

Now, therefore, am I Joyful in Thy Love. 

AUMN 


7 


ii . •. The T>rook 


WANDERED beside the running stream, and mine 
eyes caught the glint of Thy Starry Orbs in the swirling 
waters. 

So is it with my mind; it flows on towards the Great 
Sea of Understanding wherein I may come to know 
Thee more fully. 

Sometimes, as it journeys, it threatens to overflow 
its banks in its eagerness to reflect a wider image of 
Thine Infinite Body. 

Ah! How the very stones, over which flow the life 
of my being, thrill at the tender caress of Thy reflected 
Image. 

Thou, too, art Matter; it is I—Thy Complement— 
who am Motion! Therefore these very stones are of 
Thee, but the Spirit—the Life—is the very Self of me; 
mine Inmost Being. 

Flow on, O Stream! Flow on, O Life! Towards 
the Great Sea of Understanding, the Great Mother. 


8 


hi The'Rose (garden 


ONG have I lain and waited for Thee in the 
Rose Garden of Life; yet ever Thou withholdest Thy¬ 
self from mine Understanding. 

As I lay I contemplated Thy nature as that of an 
Infinite Rose. 

Petals, petals, petals . . . but where, O Beauteous 
One, is Thy Heart? 

Hast Thou no Heart? Are Thy petals Infinite so 
that I may never reach the Core of Thy Being? 

Yet, Thou hast said: "I love you! I yearn to you! 
Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all plea¬ 
sure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, 
desire you: Come unto me!” 

Yea! Mine innermost sense is drunken; it is intox¬ 
icated upon the Dew of the Rose. Thy Heart is my 
Heart; there is no difference, O Beloved. 

When I shall have penetrated to the Heart of Thine 
Infinite Rose, there shall I find Myself. 

But I shall never come to myself—only to Thee. 


9 


-i iv .The Fox Cjlove 

M. ALL and straight as a Fox Glove do I stand be¬ 


fore Thee, Mother of Heaven. 

The flower of my being is given over to a strange 
conceit; I grow up towards the Stars and not towards 


the Sun. 

Art Thou not Mother of the Sun? 

Thus have I blasphemed the Lord and Giver of 
Life for Thy sake. Yet am I not ashamed, for in for¬ 
getting the Sun I am become the Sun—Thy Son yet 
a thousand times more Thy Lover. 

The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have 
nests, but now I have nowhere to lay my head; for tall 
and straight as a Fox Glove do I stand before Thee. 
My resting place is the Womb of the Stars. 

Yet all that I may comprehend of Thine Infinite 
Body is but as the Glove upon one of Thy soft sweet 
hands, touching the Earth, not hurting the little flowers. 


10 


v The Storm 


A 

DARK NIGHT and the Storm. The lightning 
flashes between Thee and me. I am dazzled so that I see 
Thee not. 

So in the depths of my being flash the fires of life; 
they blind me to the Understanding of Thee and Thine 
Infinite Body of Stars. 

Yet I see Thee reflected in the body of her I love, 
as we lie with quivering limbs awaiting the coming of 
the sound of thunder. 

She fears the thunder, and turns within herself for 
consolation. 

But even there the Lightning flameth, for I have 
loosed the fires of my being within the dark recess— 
in honour of the Storm and of Thine Infinite Body 
which I see not. 


11 


Vi The Hole in The 'Roof 


( , 'NCEI knew an ancient serpent. He delighted 
to bask in the Sunshine which penetrated through a tiny 
hole in the roof of the cave. 

He was old and very wise. 

He said: "Upon me is concentrated the Light of the 
whole Universe.” 

But a little brown beetle, who had long lived in 
the cave with him, looked up, and spreading his wings 
passed out through the hole in the roof—into the In¬ 
finite Beyond. 

Thus, forsaking wisdom, would I come to Thee, 
Beloved Lady of the Starry Heavens. 


12 


vii The Design 


s 

TRANGE CURVES: and every Curve a Number 
woven into a Musical and Harmonious Pattern. 

Such was the design showed me by my friend when 
first we met. 

It was like an exchange of greetings by means of 
an inward recognition. 

Oh! Could I but grasp the Ever-changing Design 
of Thy Star Body, Mother of Heaven! 

Yet, it is written: "Every man and every woman is 
a star. Every number is infinite; there is no difFerence. ,, 

Such then is Life, for those who love Thee: Strange 
Curves, and every Curve a Number woven into a Mu¬ 
sical and Harmonious Design. 


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viii The Snow *T)rift 


M, body was blue as Thine, O Beloved, when 
they found me. I was stiff as if held in a close embrace. 
Nor was I conscious of aught but Thee, till the small 
fires of Earth brought me back with an agony of ting¬ 
ling pain. 

How came I to be lost in the snow-drift? 

I remember how I had taken shelter from the blind¬ 
ing storm. The snow fell about me, and I waited, turn¬ 
ing my thought to Thee. 

Then did I realize how every snow-flake is built as 
a tiny star. I looked closer, burying my face in the white 
pile, as in Thy Bosom. Mine arms embraced the snow¬ 
drift; I clung to it in a mad ecstasy. 

Thus would I have pressed Thy Body to mine, wert 
Thou not Infinite and I but as tiny as a star-flake. 

So was my body frozen—as by the utmost cold of 
inter-stellar space. 

It was blue as Thine when they found me locked 
in Thine embrace. 


14 


I IX Daylight 

N the Daylight I see not Thy Body of Stars, O Be¬ 
loved. 

The little light of the Sun veils the Great Light of 
the Stars, for to-day Thou seemest distant. 

The Sun burns like a great Torch, and Earth seems 
as one of His little Spheres, filled with life. 

I am but a tiny spermatozoon, but within me is the 
fiery and concentrated essence of Life. 

Draw me up into Thyself, O Sun! Project me into 
the Body of Our Lady Nuit! 

Thus shall a new Star be born, and I shall see Thee 
even in the Daylight, O Beloved. 


15 


x The "Bird 


^ NCE I bought a little bird; his cage was very 
small; it had only one perch. He was so young he had 
not even learned to sing, but he chirped gladly when 
I brought him home. 

Then I raised the bars of his cage, and without a 
moment’s hesitation he flew out into the room, and 
spying the cage of the love-birds, perched upon it and 
examined it carefully. 

Not long afterwards another and stronger cage was 
obtained for the love-birds, for they had pecked through 
some of the frail bars. When the little bird was offered 
the discarded cage, he quickly hopped from his tiny 
one to theirs. 

Now he has three perches and room for his tail, 
and when we open the door of his cage he refuses to 
come out. Perhaps he fears to lose what he had once 
coveted and then obtained. 

Herein lies the secret of Government. Give the 
people what will make them reasonably comfortable; 
let them have three perches and room for their tails; 
and forgetting their slavery and restrictions, they will 
be content. 

Hast Thou not said "The slaves shall serve,” Lady 
of the Starry Heaven? 


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xi . •. The JMoral 


T 

JL HERE is another moral to the story of the little 
bird. Having gained his desire for a larger cage, he for¬ 
got his true longing for Freedom. 

The door remained open; the room was before him, 
wherein he could stretch his wings and fly. 

Yet he preferred his cage. 

The wide world might have been his had he known 
how to use it, but he was not ready for that; he would 
have perished of cold had I let him out into the win¬ 
try snow. 

Let those who would travel the Mystic Path remem¬ 
ber this: Earth Consciousness is an illusion and a limi¬ 
tation. When it frets us, like a little cage, our chance 
for greater freedom comes. 

But when a larger cage is offered us—when we ob¬ 
tain Dhyana —let us not rest there thinking ourselves 
free. The door is open, Samadhi lies beyond, and be¬ 
yond that, when we are ready for it, the Real Freedom, 
Nirvana. 

O Lady of the Stars, let me not be content till I 
penetrate the ultimate bars and am Free—One with 
the Infinitely Great as with the Infinitely Small. 


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xii . •. The Invisible Foot “Prints 


ONG have I roamed the Earth delighting in the 
Good, the Beautiful and the True; ever seeking the 
spots where these seem to be most Perfect. 

There is joy in this wandering among the flowers 
of life, but Thy Joy, O Beloved, is to be desired above 
all. 

Now I seek a resting place, I am set upon a new 
Quest, to Worship at Thy feet. 

For it is written of Thee: “Bending down, a lam¬ 
bent flame of blue, all touching, all penetrant, her love¬ 
ly hands upon the black earth, and her lithe body arched 
for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers. 

Oh! That I might discover Thine Invisible Foot¬ 
prints upon the Earth and there come to the Under¬ 
standing of Thy Being, O Beloved. 


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xiii . *. The Finger Tips 


R, it may be, O Beloved, I shall discover the 
imprints of Thy finger tips amid the flowers or upon 
the Black Earth. 

Hath not Nemo a Garden that he tendeth? Doth 
he not also labour in the Black Earth? 

Who knoweth when Thy hands may grasp me and 
draw me up into Thine arms, there to nestle at Thy 
breast, to feed upon the Milk of the Stars? 

Beloved, verily this tending of the Garden of the 
World—although the labor may seem heavy—lead- 
eth to a Great Reward. As Thou hast said: "Certainty, 
not faith, while in life upon death, rest, ecstasy/’ Nor 
dost Thou demand aught in sacrifice. 

What do the Bhaktis know of Love? They see the 
Beloved everywhere. 

But when I am one with Thee; O Beloved, I shall 
not see Thee, for I shall know Thee as Thou art. 


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xiv . •. The Well of Stars 


KNOW a hidden well of clearest water. Naught 
but the coping of delicate pink onyx is visible until 
the secret spring be touched. 

Then beware! For above the entrance hangs a fiery 
sword. 

Few find this Well or know its Secret; there are 
but two roads leading thereto. 

From the broad Mountain summit we may search 
the slopes for a vision of the Woodland Delta where 
grow the Trees of Eternity, or we may journey through 
the Valley between the Ivory Hills—if we fear not the 
purple shadows and the black pit-fall. 

From Thee we came; to Thee may we return, O 
Well of Living Stars! 


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xv The Icicles of Isis 


l T hath been written how the Old King dreamed 
of his banished peacock, entombed in a palace of ice, 
who cried: "The Icicles of Isis are falling on my head.” 

Thus it is with those who are banished to the Pal¬ 
ace of the Moon—for the Word of Sin is Restriction. 

Oh! Lady of the Starry Heavens, let me not become 
frozen at the touch of the cold Veil of Isis. For the 
Moon is but the dead reflector of the Sun, and He but 
the youngest of Thy Children of Light. 

Let me lift Thy Peacock Veil of a Million Starry 
Eyes, O Beloved! 

Show Thy Star Splendour, O Nuit; bid me within 
Thine house to dwell! 


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xvi . *. 'Purple <JMiSi 


T 

1 HE delicate purple mist steams up from the hills. 
I watch and wait for the meaning of it all. 

Sometimes it seems like the incense smoke of As¬ 


piration ascending towards the Sun giver of Light, 
Life, Love and Liberty to the Children of Earth. 

But the Sun is going down behind the Mountains, 


and Thy Starry Lamps glow in the Sky. 

Is not the Lamp above the Altar a symbol of the 
Desire of the Higher to draw up the lower to Itself? 

So, O Lady of Heaven, I liken the Mist to the life- 
breath of Souls who pant for Thee here below. 

And I remember Thy words: 


Above, the gemmed azure is 
The naked Splendour of Nuit; 

She bends in ecStacy to kiss 
The secret ardours of Hadit. 

The winged globe, the Starry blue , 

Are mine, 0 Ankh-af-na-khonsu! 

I, too, would ascend as a delicate purple mist that 
steams up from the Hills. Art Thou not all Pleasure 
and Purple? 


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.. ) 

I xvii The Infinite Within 

WOULD that I were as the feminine counterpart 
of Thee, O Beloved; then would I draw the Infinite 
within. 

Yet since Thy Pure Being must ever be more re¬ 
fined than this body of mine I should interpenetrate 
every part of Thee with my living flesh. 

Thus, O Beloved, should we enter into a new and 
more complete embrace: not as of earth wherein the 
male uniteth with the female by means of the physical 
organs of love, but with every atom of my being close 
pressed to every atom of Thine—within and without. 

Then, O Beloved, would I cry unto the Lord of the 
Primum Mobile to teach me the Art of the Whirling 
Motion of Eternity. 

Thus, whirling within Thee, our never-ending nup¬ 
tial feast shall be celebrated, and a new System of Re¬ 
volving Orbs be brought to birth. 

Ah! the shrill cry of Ecstacy of that Refined Rap¬ 
ture—the Orgasm of the Infinite Within. 


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xviii The'Rainbow 


A 

lL S I sat in the shelter of the forest glade, my eye 
caught the multi-coloured gleam of diamonds. I looked 
again; the Sun rays were playing upon the dew which 
clung to a little curved twig. 

It seemed like a tiny rainbow of promise. 

Then, while I watched in wonder, a small grey spi¬ 
der bridged the arch of the bow with his silken thread. 

Ah! My Beloved, thus, too, hath the Spider of Des¬ 
tiny woven his silken rope from extreme to extreme 
of the Great Rainbow of Promise. 

Fate hath fitted me as an Arrow to the String of 
Destiny in the bow of the Sun. 

But Whose Hand shall draw that Mighty Bow, O 
Beloved, and send me upon fleet wings to my resting 
place within Thine Heart? 


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xix 'Dropped'Dew 


A 

*S I came from tending the Rose Garden and 
was about to return to my humble shelter, my eyes 
caught the gleam of dropped dew like a tiny trail along 
the path. 

It was very early; the Sun had not yet re-arisen; the 
Stars still twinkled faintly in the sky. 

Who could have come before me to the Garden? 

I followed the trail of dew, stooping down so that 
I saw in each crystal drop the reflection of a tiny star. 

Thus came I to my lady’s chamber; she it was who 
carrying roses had left this silvery thread as a clue to 
her hiding place. 

When I found her, her eyes were closed, as she 
pressed the fragrant pink blossoms to her white breast. 

Then did I bury my face in the blossoms, and I saw 
not her eyes when she opened them in wonder. 

Thus, too, would I follow the Star-trail of Dropped 
Dew, ere the re-arisen Sun hides Thee from me, O My 
Beloved! 

Thus would I come to Thee and bury my face in 
Thy Breast amid the Roses of Heaven. 

Nor should I dare to look into Thine eyes, having 
discovered Thy secret—the Dew of Love—the Elixir 
of Life. 

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XX Twilight 


T 

JL WILIGHT ... and in a few brief moments 
the Stars will begin to peep. I will await Thee, here 
amid the heather, O Beloved. 

I wait ... no stars appear for a mist has stolen 
up from the foot of the mountains. 

Thus I waited for a sight of Thy Star Body till the 
cold damp mist of suppressed emotion chilled my be¬ 
ing and my reason returned. 

The woman stood girt with a sword before me. 
Emotion was overcome by clarity of perception. Then 
did I remember Thy words: "The Khabs is in the Khu 
not the Khu in the Khabs. Worship then the Khabs 
and behold my light shed over ye." 

Thus turned I my thoughts within, so that I be¬ 
came concentrated upon the Khabs—the Star of mine 
inmost being. Then did Thy Light arise as a halo of 
rapture, and I came a little to lie in Thy bosom. 

But I offered one particle of dust—and I lost all 
in that hour. 

Such is the Mystery of Her who demandest naught 
in sacrifice. 

The twilight is returned. 


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XXI The T)og Star 


w 

IS] 


ISDOM hath said: "Be not animal; refine 
thy rapture! Then canst thou bear more joy!” 

I have been like an unleashed hound before Thee, 
O Beloved. I have striven towards Thee and Thou seest 
in me only the Dog Star. 

Yet will I not fall into the Pit called Because, there 
to perish with the dogs of reason. There is no reason 
in me; I seek Understanding, O Mother of Heaven. 

Thus, with my face buried in the black earth, do I 
turn my back upon Thee. I will refine my rapture. 

So Thou mayest behold me as I am, and so Thou 
shalt Understand at last, O Beloved; for in reverse Thou 
readest this DOG aright. 

Hast Thou not said: "There is none other?” 


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xxii ‘Tot-pouri 


T 

JL HE roses are falling. This is the night of the 
full moon whereon the children of Sin attend the Sa- 
cred Circle. 

Therein they will sit divided—but not for love s 
sa k e —for they know Thee not—O Beloved. Into the 
Elements, the fiery, the watery, the airy and the earthly 
Signs are they divided when they gather at the Full 
Moon within the forest. 

I wandered down the deep shadowy glade, there I 
espied a tiny sachet of pot-pouri, dropped—maybe— 
from the streaming girdle of one of the maidens. 

Tenderly I raised it. Its perfume is like unto the 
perfume of her I love. She, too, perhaps, has heard the 
call of the moon and is even now on her way to the 
secret tryst. 

But hast Thou not said:"Let there be no difference 
made among you between any one thing and any other 
thing; for thereby there cometh hurt.” What matter 
then the name of the maiden? What matter the flow¬ 
ers of which it is composed? 


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Yet dare I not burn this incense unto Thee, O Be¬ 
loved, because of Thine hair, the Trees of Eternity. 

Oh! Little sachet of pot-pouri, thou hast reminded 
me of her I love, for the roses are falling, it is the 
night of the Full Moon and the children of Sin gather 
to attend the Sacred Circle. 


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xxiii *Red Swansdown 


T 

X T hath been told how Parzival shot and brought 
down the Swan of Ecstacy as it winged over the Moun¬ 
tain of the Grail. 

But there is within the archives another story, un¬ 
heard by the ears of men. 

From the breast of the Eternal Swan floated one 
downy feather, steeped in blood. This did the youngest 
and least worthy of the Knights hide tenderly in his 
bosom till he concealed it within the hard pillow of 
his lonely couch. 

Night after night that holy pillow became softer; 
sweeter and sweeter were his dreams. And one night 
the night of the crowning of Parzival—he was granted 
the Great Vision wherein the Stars became like flecks of 
Swansdown upon the Breast of Heaven, each living 
and throbbing, for they were steeped in Blood. 

Then did every atom of his being become a Star 
racing joyfully through the Great Body of the Lady of 
Heaven. Thus in sweet sleep came he into the Great 
Beyond. 

Grant unto me Thy Pillow of Blood and Ecstacy, O 
Beloved! 


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XXIV ^Passing Clouds 


A 

- DARK NIGHT: Not a star is visible, but 
presently the moon shines out through a rift in the 
clouds. And I remember; "The sorrows are but shad¬ 
ows, they pass and are done, but there is that which 
remains/’ 

Yet is the moon but illusion. 

A dull day: but presently the Sun is seen as the 
clouds are dispelled by His light. 

Is He that which remains? 

Night once more: the Sun is lost to sight, only the 
moon reminds me of His presence. The clouds scud 
swiftly across the Sky and disappear. 

Thy Star Body is visible, O Beloved; all the sor¬ 
rows and shadows have passed and there is that which 
remains. 

When clouds gather, let me never forget Thee, O 
Beloved! 


31 


xxv The Coiled Serpent 


T 

JL HUS have I heard: 

The ostrich goeth swiftly; with ease could he out¬ 
strip those who covet his tail-feathers, yet when danger 
cometh he burieth his head in the sand. 

The tortoise moveth slowly and when embarrassed 
he stoppeth, withdrawing into his own shell; yet he 
passeth the hare. 

The hare sleepeth when he should be swiftly mov¬ 
ing; he runneth in his dreams thinking himself at the 
goal. 

But the Coiled Serpent hath wisdom, for he hideth 
his tail and it is not coveted; he raiseth his head and 
fears not; he moveth slowly like the tortoise, yet with- 
draweth not; he nestles close to the hare, darting his 
tongue with swiftness, yet falleth not asleep by the 
wayside. 

Would that I had the Wisdom of the Coiled 
Serpent, O Beloved, for Thou hast said: "Put on the 
wings, arouse the coiled splendour within you: come 
unto me!” 


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xxvi Sjove and Unity 


T 

JL.WENTY-SIX is the numeration of the Inneffa- 
ble Name, but It concealeth Love and Unity. 

The Four-lettered Name implieth Law, yet it may 
be divided for love’s sake; for Love is the law. 

The Four-lettered Name is that of the elements, 
but it may be divided for the chance of Union; for 
there is Unity therein. 

There is but One Substance and One Love and 
while these be twenty-six they are One through thir¬ 
teen which is but a half thereof. 

Thus do I play with numbers who would rather 
play with One and that One Love. 

For Thou hast said: There is naught that can 
unite the divided but love!” 

And is not Achad Ahebah? 


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xxvii . The'Riddle 


w. 


HAT is that which cometh to a point yet 
goeth in a circle? 

This, O Beloved, is a dark saying, but Thou hast 
said: "My colour is black to the blind, but blue and 
gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory 
for them that love me.” 

And Hadit hath declared: "There is a veil; that 
veil is black.” 

I would that I could tear aside the veil, O Beloved, 
for seeing Thee as Thou art, I might see Thee every¬ 
where, even in the darkness that cometh to a point yet 
goeth in a circle. 

For Hadit, the core of every star, says "It is I that 
go,” and Thou, Mother of the Stars, criest "To me! 
To me!” 

Resolve me the Riddle of Life, O Beloved, for lov¬ 
ing Thee I would behold Thy Secret Glory. 


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xxviii Sayings 


SIS hath said: "I am all that was and that is and 
that shall be, and no mortal hath lifted my veil.” 

Who cares what is back of the moon? 

Jehovah showed his back unto Moses, saying: "No 
man hath seen my face at any time.” 

Who cares to face the elements? 

Hadit hath said: "I am life and the giver of life; 
therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of 
death.” 

Who cares to know death? 

But Thou, O Beloved, hath said: "I give unimag¬ 
inable joys on earth, certainty, not faith, while in life 
upon death, peace unutterable, rest, ecstacy; nor do I 
demand aught in sacrifice.” 

Who would not long to invoke Thee under Thy 
Stars, O Beloved? 


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xxix . *. The Falling Star 


F 

JL ALLING, falling, falling! Thus fall the Rays 
from Thy Body of Stars upon this tiny planet, O Be¬ 
loved! Innumerable streams of Light like Star-rain 
upon the black earth. 

Since every man and woman is a star, their lives 
are like unto streams of light concentrated upon every 
point in Space. 

As I lay with arms out-stretched, my bare body 
shining like ivory in the darkness, my scarlet abbai 
flung wide, mine eyes fixed upon the star-lit Heaven; 
I felt that I, too, was falling, falling, falling, in an ec- 
stacy of fear and love into the void abyss of space. 

Then did I remember that Thou art continuous. 
Beneath, above, around me art Thou. And lo, from a 
falling star I became as a comet wheeling in infinite 
Circles, each at a different angle, till my course traced 
out the Infinite Sphere that is the Symbol of Thee, O 
Beloved. 

Then did I aspire to find the Centre of All. 

And even now I am falling, falling, falling. 


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xxx Justice 


T 

AM a Fool, O Beloved, and therefore am I One 
or Nought as the fancy takes me. 

Now am I come to Justice, so that I may be All 
or Naught according to the direction of vision. 

No Breath may stir the Feather of Truth, therefore 
is Justice ALone in L. Yet the Ox-goad is Motion and 
the Breath Matter if it be called the Ox which is also A. 

How foolish are these thoughts, which are but as 
the Sword in the hand of Justice. They are as unbal¬ 
anced as the Scales that stir not, being fixed in the 
grasp of the figure of Law above the Court House of 
a great City. 

But Thou hast said: "Love is the law, love under 
will.” 

And Love is the Will to Change and Change is 
the Will to Love. 

Even in the stern outline of the Scales of Justice 
do I perceive the Instrument of Love, and in the Life 
Sentence, the Mystery of Imprisonment in Thy Being, 
O Beloved! 


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xxxi K[ot 


T 

JL H 


* HREE Eternities are passed ... I have out¬ 
stripped a million Stars in my race across Thy Breast 


—The Milky Way. 

When shall I come to the Secret Centre of Thy 
Being? 

Time, thou thief, why dost thou rob the hungry 
babe? Space, thou hadst almost deceived me. 

O Lady Nuit, let me not confound the space-marks! 

Then, O Beloved, Thy Word came unto me, as it 
is written: ‘'All touching; All penetrant. 

Thus left I Time and Space and Circumstance, and 
every Star became as an atom in my Body, when it be¬ 
came Thy Body. Now never shall I be known, for it 
is I that go. 

But Thou, O Beloved, though Thou art infinitely 
Great, art Thou not energized by the Invisible Point— 
the Infinitely Small? 

A Million Eternities are Present. Deem 
not of Change; This is the 
Here and Now, 
and I am 
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XXXI HYMNS TO THE STAR GODDESS, WHO IS NOT 
BY XIII : WHICH IS ACHAD 
IS THE SIXTH BOOK 
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